43. The Dark Night

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The dark night keeps the
flower's scent treasured for the breeze that rises,
all so that the breeze can play with it

Although, part of her,
If I threw the sun into it,
It would fail to notice.

The dark night surely walks for her
while she doesn't expect it to.

Wherever you come from,
it's as if you are saying "Rise Sun!"
Dawn breathes in your beauty
and then shine as it comes out.

Your memory crosses my mind
between consciousness and unconsciousness
as if you are the ocean of my dreams
and my emotions are the sails."

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